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Gillian daSilva
Toronto, Ontario
memoirs*photoGraphy*echoes*mist on mountaintops
Interests: sun and sand,
flowers,
children,
clean-eating food,
long naps in a hammock,
great reads,
the perfect cup of tea,
the perfect glass of red wine,
learning Photoshop,
lonnnnng walks while meditating
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Such lovely images! and I too want to hang on to summer as much as possible.
Although I love the fall, in fact I cooked a turnip last night! The smell is aromatherapy to me!!!!
I love your garden- in fact am quite jealous of it. Can't wait to have my own...we are so busy we've planted nothing. Nothing. It's sad.
I want everything you have! LOL ALL OF IT!! Those tall, wispy cosmos are so amazing. Love them.
Happy weekend shugs! xo G
Commented Oct 11, 2014 on Wonderfully Drizzly Autumn Days... at A Fanciful Twist
Wonderfully Drizzly Autumn Days...
It's been a wonderful autumn so far in the Arizona high desert. I bring some inside... Pumpkins, dahlias, cosmos, roses, zinnias and basil are abundant. Soo many giant dahlias. And such a tall long stem red rose, wowie! Pewter and lacy things turn up on drizzly autumn days. I packaged jewel or...
THIS is a sight for sore eyes. Beautiful city, makes me want to visit. I was trying to pronounce it and sounding rather silly I'm sure...need you here to translate for me miss! Montreal Sermer. HA!
Yes agree with Mary.H about a large glossy book with your images. Please do that. xo
Commented Dec 11, 2013 on A French city's time-worn charm at Paris Parfait
A French city's time-worn charm
One of the French cities that I find most charming is Montreuil-sur-Mer. It's old and rustic and brimming with ambience and faded elegance. Montreuil-sur-Mer is one of the few cities in France with its medieval walls largely intact. Here are 50 photos from a recent visit (click images to view ...
It has come to my attention that...
....You can't find me! Try this: www.dreamingpress.com or try www.gilliandasilva.com or try www.dreamingpress.blogspot.com There! That ought to do it. While you are at it, have a MOST happy Thanksgiving!!! xoxo Continue reading
Posted Oct 10, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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Never fear, there is always time to blog when you feel like it!! Sounds like you are busy looking after what really matters, you! xxxooo
Commented Oct 3, 2011 on The Worst Blogger Award at A Whimsical Bohemian
The Worst Blogger Award
I have become a terrible blogger........there was a time I blogged nearly every day, then it was a couple times a week and NOW I am lucky if I post once every week or so. It's just one of those things that seems to get the last spot on the to-do list.....I am envious of those who have thousands ...
It is time to take a break from this space. :)
I have made a move. You can find me and my writing over at my other space... DREAMING PRESS I am changing things up for a fresh start. gilliandasilva.com will point to the new space soon. Have a most beautiful... Continue reading
Posted Sep 12, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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Ahhhhhh summer. I'm hanging on to you as long as I can!
Posted Sep 8, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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I'm trying to help the women who see me embrace who they are. Men age beautifully in the eyes of society. Yet-women aren't afforded the same luxury. Oh I miss my 20 year old face and body too. Yup. But I would like to be seen for more than that.
Commented Sep 7, 2011 on Marrakesh: and a tale of lost beauty at My Marrakesh
Marrakesh: and a tale of lost beauty
She told me that she remembered when. When they stopped looking. Men. She had always been a beauty. Her glossy black hair, her strong brows, her slim waist. She had her clothes tailored to exact precision. Her evening gowns w...
The men who stop looking aren't real men. Real men know the value of a woman lies in her essence. Okay and red lipstick doesn't hurt either, lovely images.
Commented Sep 7, 2011 on Marrakesh: and a tale of lost beauty at My Marrakesh
Marrakesh: and a tale of lost beauty
She told me that she remembered when. When they stopped looking. Men. She had always been a beauty. Her glossy black hair, her strong brows, her slim waist. She had her clothes tailored to exact precision. Her evening gowns w...
Still the stars were visible.
Posted Sep 6, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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You have no idea how honoured I am to read that. That you have been with me years is simply wonderful BBG! Thank you for the sweet and kind words xoxo
Commented Sep 4, 2011 on Seaglass, picnics & whales: Three reasons to take a road trip to Boston at the dreaming Press.
Seaglass, picnics & whales: Three reasons to take a road trip to Boston
Seaglass, picnics & whales: Three reasons to take a road trip to Boston
Posted Sep 2, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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Marilyn, we outran Irene. But were sad to hear that some of Vermonts covered bridges were destroyed. :-(
Commented Aug 30, 2011 on New England, how I love thee at the dreaming Press.
New England, how I love thee
It's raining in New England. Yet it is entirely beautiful. My background is Portuguese and English, two very seafaring cultures. I'm drawn to this place with it's endless shorelines, seafaring vessels and crab cakes. Picked up a lost chunk of my soul here for sure. Blackened haddock for dinner...
New England, how I love thee
Posted Aug 25, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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Ileana I'm having a virtual glass of red with you right now!!!
Posted Aug 20, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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The magic of 1:11
Posted Aug 18, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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Do what you love!
Posted Aug 15, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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Happy Saturday :)
Posted Aug 6, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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It's magic~!
Posted Aug 5, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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stoke the fires of your *atlas* heart
Posted Aug 4, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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Thank you! While I'm not usually superstitious, I am a believer in manifestation so every little intention helps. Whispered or hollered...I'll make my own path.
xo
Commented Aug 1, 2011 on white rabbits, seabiscuits & planning trips {our bones as soul} at the dreaming Press.
white rabbits, seabiscuits & planning trips {our bones as soul}
Mary Oliver has a poem called *bone* which gives me chills. It speaks of soul, of longing, of oceans and of knowing the golden sand lays 'neath the gray sea waves (like the knowing of our soul existence 'neath this soft watery exterior). You will find that poem in her collection titled "Why ...
yes! white noise! love the fans for that :)
we were hit hard, the rain drops were so big they hit the house like baseballs. for a second i thought it was hail...but it wasn't. just big old fat rain.
xox
Commented Aug 1, 2011 on white rabbits, seabiscuits & planning trips {our bones as soul} at the dreaming Press.
white rabbits, seabiscuits & planning trips {our bones as soul}
Mary Oliver has a poem called *bone* which gives me chills. It speaks of soul, of longing, of oceans and of knowing the golden sand lays 'neath the gray sea waves (like the knowing of our soul existence 'neath this soft watery exterior). You will find that poem in her collection titled "Why ...
white rabbits, seabiscuits & planning trips {our bones as soul}
Posted Aug 1, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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green teas & endless seas
Posted Jul 31, 2011 at the dreaming Press.
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We are from a long Looonnnnng line of chuckers. We are minimalists. We don't even know it. We think we love shit.
Then we ditch it to make room for Zen.
Then we acquire once more.
Hey, at least we are at peace with it! Easy come, easy go. It's the "go" I love as much as the "buy".
Sigh.
Cyclic madness of the shopping type.
xoxo
Commented Jul 30, 2011 on the wee history of my vintage mug at the dreaming Press.
the wee history of my vintage mug
My mother bought two of these mugs for herself with an entire week's salary in probably 1967, from what I can remember her telling me. Or maybe it was 1968. She loved them (but passed them on to me during one of her crazed 'this has got to go!' phases), and this one is all that remains. She is...
As a small child I had no mug but a small purple chair my father made for me. He was an upholsterer. Still is, by technicality. So. I had the chair. I don't have it anymore but he made my eldest daughter a purple chair and now that is her legacy. She and I talk of him opening his own children's furniture store, but no. He won't go for it. Sadly.
Commented Jul 30, 2011 on the wee history of my vintage mug at the dreaming Press.
the wee history of my vintage mug
My mother bought two of these mugs for herself with an entire week's salary in probably 1967, from what I can remember her telling me. Or maybe it was 1968. She loved them (but passed them on to me during one of her crazed 'this has got to go!' phases), and this one is all that remains. She is...
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